The Immoral Days

In guilt, I recall my immoral days,
The days spent in insensible ways.
Down into the bottom of hell,
My thoughts did fell.
My soul didn't cry,
Nor eyes felt shy.
How was the immoral blow,
The mind full of evil flow.
In praise to self, I did exalt,
Denying my every single fault.
To save self name and fame,
To others, I did blame.
I was the enemy of my soul,
Avoided it to reach its goal.
To self I called, a perfect,
But, was full of defect.
The immoral days had such a ride,
Where I refused to abide.
Those were the early days of ignorance,
Such days shall never return, I give assurance.